It was somewhere around mid-January of this year. Tony, my English pen pal, and I were talking on Skype. We talked for about ten minutes, then I had to leave the room because someone rang the doorbell.
I walked up to the door and looked through the peephole – no one was there. I had just taken a step toward my room when the doorbell rang again. I looked through the peephole again, and again no one was there. I was starting to think someone was playing a joke on me for fun. Entering my room, I sat down at the chair next to my laptop.
Tony's expression was clearly confused.
"Hey, what's wrong with your face?" I asked.
"Dude, when you were afk I have seen a man!" Tony replied.
"Man? What's man? Where?" Where?]
— In your room, there was a man without hair, and he looked at your side...
Then I remembered my uncle, who recently died of cancer. In the last months of his life, he lost his hair due to chemotherapy. My friend has no reason to lie to me—he's a man of honor. Now I feel somehow uneasy in my room...
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